Where Are We? Poem by Christopher Holmberg

Eyes will follow like an empty hollow,
dripping a liquid on roots so dry.
to drown this sty like a worthless fly
for the night is day continuing to stay.
living on the edge in a deep stricken trance.
dance the day away in a forest so grey
washed with rain, then followed like a stray
brought to the elbows in dirt so dry, pray for freedom
but blink and a kingdom of exstacy is given
the mind portrays perceptions changed
lost, hopeless in a village made of clay
a man of dignity signals the way
the exit is determined unsafe and never ending
a hollowed out dream begins to dismay
eyes returning to their previous state
never again to go away
followed by uninvited guests
the liquid has progressed
nothing but a mess
now get out before i carress.

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